This is a song about "Left"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i'm left for the corrections,

That left ya without hope

Used to find dope in his coat

Right now using my left brain

Through all the rain and the pain

The day before is better than the present

I'm still confused about why you left

Left her outta the limelight

On that red-eyed kush flight

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

And i just want to hold her

I left for one summer,

His ego left bloated

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